the saga

So at 1 am last night I made a binding agreement to use the power of the internet only for productivity. That is I personally proposed and pronounced pilfering primarily for productivity. What a prospect.

But here now it is 10 am!! It is not actually 10 am. It is 6:30, but I will hold off sending this till 10. dont ask how that is justified- just anticipate an ongoing extension of this message as I doddle along- Its like I am racing time- but rather than putting on my tennis shoes I put on enormous fins and try to run a marathon. Till ten- when I feel once again justified in emailing you. the bearers of my delerium.

8 am- I bear down on the last of my work allowing my green eyes of envy to drift only for a second to katie who colors "Closets are for clothes" on an old tie died shirt for her work- all she wants is a better world. All I want is to make shirts. Believe you me.

8:45- I have now burned my two nutrition lectures from the week onto my imposter ipod. I plan listen to on the plane.plane plan. along with enough daft punk that I intend on playing loud enough to put anyone in a deaf funk. -cut it-paste it- zip- up zip it-scratch it- burn it- write -rewrite it. Story of my life. wish both you were here for daft dance punk party. though I am sure you are both glad your not. But I feel intergalactic as I type along wearing the arm warmers you gave me.


9:15 am- AIP outline done. Spanish read. Nutrition assignment started. LA bre prt. dahhh. one section left. oONEee Pewny paragraph between me and pounding some pavement and deaf funk. I want to run.

Ria says I am justified in talking only of myself in these emails- as I am an expert on the subject SHe also thinks I am justified in pouring rainbow sprinkles all over the floor and flapping all my appendages in effort to make a sprinkle angel. So her word should be taken with a grain of salt. but we need that for these freaken chipless salts I bought.

Melodramatically yours,Intensabith

and its only 9:20.

Later Friday...

ANd so the saga continues... yes I understand that email is not a diary and maybe I should retain from using it as such. BUT COME ON. maybe I should get a blog. and then keep my strange desire to voice my menial mental experiences and opinions secret but yet exposed. B

ut I am just really impressed that San DIego airport has free wi-fi. Brilliant. 5 points San DIego. Go padres! And outlets which I just spent 5 minutes peering behind the rows of benches for- funny effect it had everytime I leaned in to check it out like five other people would turn and look as if there was some kind of small circus show back there that they might be missing out on. I didnt bother to explain to anyone what i was doing. I like that mystery- though it would have been funny to say something nonchalantly like "mouse". But I didnt- now people just probably think I am suspicious- security will probably come- I wont get on the plane and I will spend the rest of the weekend here- in which case I am extra glad they have internet.

Well you have to excuse me I have to wrap this up and hit the restroom why it is still an option. Our house is still currently without plumbing and rather than explaining the situation to the neighbors and setting up some open door restroom policy- my parents have turned it into some kind of game -an excuse to get to know every bathroom in pleasanton and then call me to tell me the rating. Peets is the best. single room not stalled. You have to get a key though- impliment hand off strategy to maximize visits without suspicion. There were four missed calls on my phone- none of which I responded to. lucky for you there is no internet in yosemite. then again maybe one of those dorky satilite trees they added a wifi branch to.if only.

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Sunday

"mother nature's son(s)" and "the late great daughter(s) of mother earth" i'm glad to spend it amongst her millions of other tourist children in Yosemite and of course my own flesh and blood marmse- who dispite her lack of granite slabs and flowing waterfalls and dramatic valleys- is pretty ok- I mean she trecked it up the mist trail to nevada falls and then back the john muir trail and then around Hetch-hetchy reservoir to Wapama falls.

Yeah and I am impressed that our motley 6 person crew of engineers, physicists, interior designers and kindergarten teachers bucked it up- hit the road at 6 am- weekend warriors ready to hit the trail early before the crowds- but thats just it right-the crowds- the non warrior weekenders- its like thinking you are going to avoid lines by going to space mountain first even though you arrived 2 hours after the park opened. So there we are trudging our way up through the the mist- engaging in the "No you carry it game"- trying to jab all your shit into someone else's bag while not having anything added to your own- waterbottles and sunscreens flying and getting soaked by the pouring shower off vernal and navada falls (and unlike a theme park there is no "wet zone yellow line" where you can sit and avoid Shamuck's big splash) so we are climbing our way through in our sneakers, wick-a-way shirts and eddie bower packs past the crowds in their sparkle tops and wedge heeled pink flip flops- you know the ones I am talking about- and you think that is it- you think the bane of plastic strap blisters and slippery rocks will take em out by the first falls. wrong- we get to the top and there they all are! Now that is impressive.

Herding over to the railing to get that bizarre unreal mutant stomach feeling you can only get as you look at 60 million gallons of water rush over a 600 foot fall I come upon a small asian man with his walking stick fermly wedged into the fence keeping him and his Friends from getting him any 'closa' than 5 feet to the fence.

The cabin was fully outfitted. outfitted in labels- o gee how do I turn on a movie?- phew- the buttons have been outlined with complete directions labeled on the back- what dont know which pillow went where- dont worry their coordinates are pasted on the back- and guys- feel bad about leaving the toilet seat up? dont worry it shuts on its own!!!! TECHNOLOGIT!I think we got a bit tipsy at the Iron door bar (the oldest in California!) because the next morning all the juice glasses and been placed on the cereal bowl shelf. I cant be held responsible.

The next morning we headed out to hetch-hetchy- which is no yosemite- the dam was rad. any massive construction we can read 8 different informational postings with collaged pictures wins our crowd over. THe hike? could have done without the death march amongst scrubby manzania and poison oak- but the view into the valley with a few snow capped mountians was nice- and Wapama falls made it more than worth it!! BRILLIANT!! with a bunch of bridges to jump the rocks and fully embrace the falls.

The family was as rediculous, fun and sometimes painful as ever to a girl as impatient as me- but trying to change the situation is like trying to screw in a philips head screw with a flat head driver- you think it might work by shoving it into one of the cross sections, and small adjustments might be made, but really all that happens is you strip the screw. Stripping and screwing Story of my life

Seemingly regularly yours, Eli-sappy-beth

sorry a note about the picture of my father and I- I spent nearly the entirety of our hike trying to prove via emperical evidance (thank god for the crowds to offer more than sufficiant evidence) that the two holes at the bottom of the sholder strap pulls were merely pulls and not ment to string the waste band through- which he was convinced it was for- hence why the waist band is around the same spot that fred from I love lucy's pant line was- aka practically at the nipple line

ok 7 am flight tom morning. mom made blueberry muffins for the plane. looking forward to who lost the ro-sham and will be at the airport to pick me up :) :)

Elooserbeth